"お前はばかじゃないか", a tiny voice resounded somewhere from the latrine corner.
The guys, as ever, paid no attention to these strident sounds. Let him scream on, what else could he yield?
A pansy is not human, and he's fixing to have a really tough night. Throughout the last eighteen months it's been this way, and now his anus is stretched so wide it can easily hold a can of condensed milk inside.